Am I everything you wanted me to be?
Or am I nothing of what you expected of me?
Am I imperfect in ways you'd never realized?
Am I still truly me behind blue eyes?
Is this what you expected i'd become,
When we were sitting here feeling so numb.
From all the words that have poured from our lips,
And dribbled past our chest's, right down to our hips.
Have we always been this close from the start,
Only to realize it too late for each of our hearts?
Should we have opened our eyes a little more,
And realized what we could have been before?
Have I always been so clueless in this life,
Before licking the blade clean of my knife.
Feeling the happiness shoot fast through veins,
Is it only there to numb the self inflicted pain?
A bleeding heart never looked so glamourous in death,
Whilst writing a story of one last final breath.
An sweet addictive kiss leaves you gasping hard,
A heart never looked so bruised and scarred.
We always knew I'd be going out in style,
With a princess pink formal dress and a smile.
A last minute glance towards life,
And I've lost myself over the blade of the knife.
Author notes
I'm upset.
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